The farther side of the end
Don't let me forget
What it's like to be greener
The fallen trees make a bridge
And I can't tear enough down to help me fix this
And I'm like a wind-up toy
That never gets tired of spinning around
Cluttered thoughts in my brain
No room to grow, I'll pray for rain
I can't go to sleep
I have chemical dreams
Don't wake me up if I go under knife
The fallen trees make a bridge
And I can't tear enough down to help me fix this